Lord send down some angels
And they'd better have guns
Cause everybody's crazy down here
On everybody's drugs
Casinos, pornos, talk shows
Where white trash goes to die
Bum's push carts, crackhead squirrels
And birds too drunk to fly

Chorus:
Keep dancin' it's the end of the world
She said, oh baby, it's the end of the world
Come on baby, it's the end of the world
She said smile it's the end of the world
(Repeat)

And they sent down some astronauts
To study our bones
Through the miles of garbage
Beneath all the junk that we own
Carbon dating beer cans
Condoms and Twinkie wrappers
We were something beautiful baby
What the hell happened?

Chorus: (with repeat)

If you were worth it
they'd skin you too
for new tennis shoes
or a couch that fits the motif of the living room
and doesn't clash with your business suit
I want to be in a museum
stuffed in a realistic position
like I'm hunting, calling someone
to buy and something way too busy to look
up and see what was coming

Chorus: (with repeat)

I want my bones kept next to somebody
with cultural significance, like Fonzy or
William Shatner ha ha ha. Yeah somebody famous like
Gilbert Gottfreid or the dog from Frasier.
That caveman they found, he was a punk, I knew
him in high school.